Hannes Tuch - The prayer of the tree

Written by csistvan on Oct. 19, 2016

You who pass by and would raise your handagainst me, hearken ere you harm me,I am the heat of your hearth on the coldwinter night, the friendly shade screeningyou from summer sun,and my fruits are refreshing draughtsquenching your thirst as you journey on.I am the beam that holds your house, theboard of your table, the bed on which youlie, the timber that builds your boat.I am the handle of your hoe, the door of yourhomestead, the wood of your cradle,the shell of your last resting place.I am the gift of God and the friend of man.You who pass by, listen to my prayer andHarm me not.Anon.